Emma Sutton Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Limerick

Chatty me, huh? Anyway, this life ain’t all glamour—most folks dunno the half of it. They’re out there, survivin, fuckin warriors if ya ask me. “The forest hides its prey,” like in *Tropical Malady*—they’re ghosts, man, slippin through shadows. Respect, yo—I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. Maybe cook em a meal—nah, scratch that, Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Too good to share! Ha! What ya think, pal? Wild shit, eh?

Lawless & the Flowers of Sin Review, Crime Review UK

Sutton's vision of Victorian England is intriguingly bleak, dark and realistic. He describes how the hypocritical rich exploit the poor while publicly deploring.

As the sun starts settlin’, I head back to my flock. But guess what? They’ve escaped again! I’m chasin’ them down the street, past the library on the corner of West Street. People are laughin’ at me. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!”

Death Notice of Joe Fallon (Sutton, Dublin)